Ice
They both run through the woods, sweat pouring off the both of them, in spite of the cold. It feels like they've been running for hours.
Negan grips her hand tightly, holding Lucille in his other.
"I can't," she says, panting. Her chest burns with every breath.
"Yes you fucking can, now come the fuck on!" He yells.
The dead are close behind them.
Negan see's a lake in the distance.
"Come on! Lake's frozen! We'll go over it, it's clear on the other side!" Negan shouts.
She attempts to speak, but her throat hurts, so she just nods.
Negan runs onto the lake, with her close behind him. He slips on the ice, falling straight on his ass. "Fuck!" He curses, trying to get back up.
She's much better on the ice than he is. She goes to him, and helps him up.
They're more than halfway. When the ice cracks beneath her. Pain rips through her entire body, the cold sucking the air right out of her lungs as she falls under.
Negan turns to her, panicking.
She struggles to find the energy to move, let alone pull herself out.
"Grab her!" He yells, pointing the handle end of Lucille at her.
A walker grabs at him from behind, he grapples with it, dropping Lucille.
Her head goes under, and the ice closes above her. Her lungs fill with water as she finally lets go. The last thing she sees, is Lucille resting on the ice.